MESSENGER Why, since I came to give thee pleasure, King, Have I not rid thee of this second fear?
MESSENGER Well, I confess what chiefly made me come Was hope to profit by thy coming home.
MESSENGER My son, 'tis plain, thou know'st not what thou doest.
MESSENGER Lest through thy parents thou shouldst be accursed?
MESSENGER Dost thou not know thy fears are baseless all?
MESSENGER Since Polybus was naught to thee in blood.
MESSENGER Know that he took thee from my hands, a gift.
MESSENGER A childless man till then, he warmed to thee.
MESSENGER I found thee in Cithaeron's wooded glens.
MESSENGER My business was to tend the mountain flocks.
MESSENGER True, but thy savior in that hour, my son.
They placed themselves close to where Hatta, the other messenger
, was standing watching the fight, with a cup of tea in one hand and a piece of bread-and-butter in the other.